Spain: Palomares After the Fall

Before the bombs, this was the best place in
all Spain. Nobody bothered us. Nobody even knew about us; we had no
tourists. We had plenty of work, but when the crops were in we could
say: "There's a bullfight in Madrid? Good, let's go to Madrid."
Since the bombs fell, we've had one
disaster after another. The water has gone bad.
The orange trees have dried up. The tomatoes don't grow. I don't blame
the bombs for everything. I don't blame any body. But life has gone
from here. Within a few years, this village will be...